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What's a Wreck?

A Cake Wreck is any cake that is unintentionally sad, silly, creepy, inappropriate - you name it. A Wreck is not necessarily a poorly-made cake; it's simply one I find funny, for any of a number of reasons. Anyone who has ever smeared frosting on a baked good has made a Wreck at one time or another, so I'm not here to vilify decorators: Cake Wrecks is just about finding the funny in unexpected, sugar-filled places.

Now, don't you have a photo you want to send me? ;)

- Jen

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Monday
Dec232013

Wrecks For The Rest Of Us

It is on this day, at this glorious, joyous time of year, that we should all take a moment to say,

 

And to capture the Festivus spirit, we erect [heh] our Festivus pole [hehehe] - a bare aluminum rod [wink] - because we all know how distracting tinsel can be.

"Yo, Tinsel, move it! You're blocking our holiday spirit!"

 

Then we will dine on meatloaf dinner:

"I would do anything for 'loaf...
but I won't eat that."

 

Followed by cake covered with M&Ms:

"And what is the DEAL with airline food?"

 

Once the Pepto Bismol has settled, Festivus can officially begin with the Airing of Grievances:

This is when we gripe about all the ways our family, friends, and the world in general has disappointed us over the past year.

Needless to say, sarcasm is encouraged.

 

Once everyone is basking in the warm glow of a directionless, murderous rage, it's time for the Feats of Strength. Tradition states that Festivus isn't over until the head of the house is pinned in a wrestling match, but you can usually disarm Grandma pretty quickly:

On second thought, it looks like Grandma Dani's been working out.

 

Oh, and I nearly forgot! Be on the lookout today for Festivus miracles. Because trust me, they're everywhere.

Congrats, Grandma!

 

Thanks to Lisa N., Rhiannon, Jola S., Marcus J., Dianne M., Lauren M., Bernadett, & JM, who have been just awful to me this past year, AWFUL, I tell you, and do they thank me for the snarky commentary? NoooOOOOo. But that's ok, because I don't need thanks, or love, or basic human consideration, because I... [lip wobble] ... I AM STRONG.

Now quit crying and go fight your grandmother.

Friday
Dec202013

No More Rhymes Now, I Mean It!

This Sunday is National Haiku Poetry Day, so I thought I'd share a few of my illustrated favorites:

 

Soft blue and brown swirls
somehow incomplete without
a beheaded deer.

 

Soft evening breezes
Radioactive tampons
Lighting my undies

 

Just clowning around
What a way to be headed
Coulrophobia

 

She drives me crazy
Like no one else (ooh. ooh.)
Someone check the oil.


Waves of well wishes
A sea of celebration
Happy...Stan? You ok?


 

Thanks to Grace R., Maria A., Kristina K., Samantha T., & Fay K., who know that haikus are easy, but sometimes they don't make sense.

Refrigerator.